Hi. I'm at church but I came through, can I get an amen?

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Also I'm on my phone so I copied and pasted from google docs so sometimes paragraphs get stuck together and if I don't fix it here I will when I get home. Enjoy babes

Zane's mom called me out of nowhere to tell me that she was coming to visit. I was not ready for this at all; plus, King is sick, physically shaking, and sweating in bed.

Leslie mentioned something about Hassan and my mother having a history, so maybe I'll ask about that. I just pray to God that he doesn't get mad when I mention my mother's connection to him.

I sighed. "King, let me call Lucky."

He shook his head. "No. I can do it; it's fine."

"You're sick in bed because of this." I pointed out.

"This isn't...isn't normal, A'raya." King shivered. "I–I need to help my–myself,"

"White is worried about you."

King scoffed. "W–well, I'll be fine."

I sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, if you keep b–babying me, I–I will never let–let it go. Please."

I frowned. "You're shivering, your temperature is high, and you're stuttering. Are you sure?"

"Y–yes, damn, I'm not dying."

I nodded. "Ok, I have to get ready for Zane's parents anyway."

King nodded and closed his eyes as I quietly left his room.

"Is he gonna be ok?" White asked.

I smiled. "Yes, it's just a cold or maybe the flu, not too life-threatening."

White smiled in relief. "Ok," she whispered. "That's good."

I nodded. "I'll have one of the maids bring food up for you and King. I have Zane's parents over, so we can't have dinner together."

White nodded. "Ok, I'll be in the piano room if you need me."

I smiled. "Have fun."

"I will."

I sighed...lord give me strength.

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I sighed, putting my eye pencil down and looking back. "Zane, don't you have anything else other than black?"

Zane looked at his outfit and back at me. "No."

"Why? It's like you're always attending funerals."

"You always wear your purple wig, but I don't complain." Zane retorted.

"Nigga–I meant baby; I'm tired of seeing you in black." I got up and went into the closet. "God, you don't even own white socks. Zane." I whined.

"Calm down."

I sighed, exasperated. "How can I calm down? We're late, I'm definitely not dressed up, and you're too busy being emo."

Zane scoffed. "I haven't painted my nails black; chill out." I glared at him, and he sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist as I went back into doing my eyeliner. "I know what will help." He whispered.

"What?" I asked idly.

"Sit on my face."

At first, I froze, but then I just laughed in disbelief. "You are unbelievable. Did you just tell me to...sit on your face?"

"Yes."

I shook my head. "You're not seducing me, no, we're already la..." my voice fades out as his finger reaches under my bra and plays with my nipples, twisting and turning them in his hands.

"Zane," I whispered. "Your parents are waiting for us downstairs."

"Ok and?"

I groaned. "Stop."

He did the exact opposite. "They can wait, A'raya; let me taste you."

And just like that, he convinced me.

I held onto the headboard, moaning as Zane latched onto my clit and wriggled his tongue against it. "Oh fuck." I gasped.

My hips oscillated against his mouth as he grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his mouth.

He pushed two fingers in, and I quivered, moaning at how good it felt.

His mouth began to suck on my clit, and he pounded his fingers deep inside of me, curling to hit my g-spot.

"Ah, fuck, Zane." I cried out. "I'm gonna cum." I squealed as his fingers went in and out faster, splashing my wetness everywhere.

His tongue went pressed against my clit while his fingers simultaneously curled and pressed into my g-spot, and I lost it.

Screaming his name loudly as I squirted into his mouth. As soon as I was done, he threw me onto the bed with my legs up.

"Zane, no, your parents–" I moaned incoherently when he pushed deep inside me, making my legs twitch.

"Fuck, A'raya, this never gets old."

I smiled. "Good to know it." I giggled as he chuckled, kissing me.

He lifted his hips and slammed them back down on me, leaving my jaw to drop as my eyes peeled back. "Oh, god."

He proceeded to ram inside me with all his might, going harder and faster than usual. He hammered into me for two minutes straight without giving me a second to breathe as I screamed in pleasure.

"Zane, god, I can't."

"You will." Is all he said before mercilessly pounding into me, the headboard slamming into the wall as he continued to fuck me.

He spun me around and shoved back into me so fast I don't even think it happened, but he smacked my ass, pummeling deep into me from behind as I held my ass open to accommodate him.

I had already came three times, and I was about to do it again.

My toes curled more than it already was as I squealed and moaned. "Oh shit, Zane, you are one sex god." I moaned out crazily as I came.

It was so good that I opened my mouth and said shit like that out loud.

"I can't do no more, Zane, fucking cum." I know he holds out, so I'll cum as many times as five times before he'll cum. I don't know how he holds it.

Lord knows I can't do that for shit.

I heard him groan and felt his cum warm my insides.

I turned around and kissed him sensually. "Mhm, the babies liked it."

He smiled into the kiss. "Oh really?"

I nodded, kissing him again.

"But did momma like it?"

I giggled. "Oh, momma sure did like it."

"I could tell by the way she was screaming." He mumbled.

I slapped his chest. "See, now we need showers, and we can't take 'em because of you. Get dressed!" I seethed.

"If you're angry again, I can...help you." He swatted my ass as I got up.

"Zane," I said sternly. "Don't let me drag your ass out of bed,"

He groaned. "Fine, come on."

I scoffed. "No, you come on. Put some pants on, find another black turtleneck 'cause I know you have multiple, and come help me zip up this damn dress."

"How are you so angry after being thoroughly fucked?"

I glared at him. "Zane."

He raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm doing what you said, damn." He whined.

I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.

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"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Ali." I smiled sheepishly, still deciding if I should tell them about my pregnancy because instead of discussing that, I was being fucked.

Bianca smiled. "Hello, how are you guys!"

"We're fine. Thanks."

"Can I ask why you're here?" Zane asked.

Bianca rolled her eyes. "No, Zane, you can not."

Zane sighed. "Why not?"

"Because I said so?"

Zane narrowed his eyes. "Ok, but I asked you a simple question."

"Zane." Hassan sternly said.

I sighed. "Would you like anything? We have wine, champagne, beer, a lot of stuff."

Bianca shook her head. "We came to know if we were gonna be grandparents soon."

"I–um..." Zane squeezed my hand, letting me know I shouldn't tell them. "Not yet, Bianca."

Hassan scoffed. "Did your mother lie about you being fertile?"

I blinked multiple times. "Excuse me?"

"Hassan, stop," Bianca said.

"It's a question."

Zane scoffed. "Ok, well, how about this question...how the fuck do you know Vanessa?"

"And why the hell would you put us in this marriage knowing what my mother did to your own son?" I added, helping to avoid talking about a pregnancy.

Bianca held her up. "Please, just–"

"Please?" Zane sat up.

"Zane, calm down." I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"No, A'raya, wait." He said that calmly, but I could see he was seething; his eyes were angry. "'Please,' mom?" He scoffed. "You made me marry the daughter of the woman who killed your son." He seethed. "And then, instead of putting the woman in prison, you sign her fifteen-year-old daughter to your adult son."

"We were trying to make the woman pay by selling–"

"She doesn't give a damn about me," I yelled suddenly; I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. "She doesn't give a damn about any of us. I'm sure you know my mother almost killed my older brother, took part of his damn brain off! How could you not know?" I wiped the tears coming from my eyes. "She gets off of our suffering. That is why she agreed to sign me off to your son. She thought he'd hate me, and in turn, I'd be in a loveless marriage with a miserable life."

"Zane does not hurt you," Bianca said.

I shook my head. "He doesn't. My mom tried it."

"Then what is your problem?" Hassan asked.

Zane scoffed. "Aryan died trying to know how you and Vanessa knew each other."

"That's what we want to know."

Hassan seethed. "That is none of your business."

Zane furrowed his brows. "You're not gonna talk to her like that. You can speak to your wife like that, but A'raya is not your wife."

Hassan opened his mouth, but Bianca stopped him.

Bianca sighed. "Vanessa and your father were dating back in high school, but he broke up with her after cheating on her with me. After that, your father became a better person than he was with Vanessa, and she had to put up with all his shit while I got his good side...she had a mental breakdown in the middle of school, and then last we heard, she was a missionary on a trip to Khartoum, Sudan."

"Where she met my father and trapped him with a baby," I said, realizing everything. "This doesn't explain how she'd be a serial killer."

"Listen, we made you marry A'raya instead of imprisoning Vanessa because you were next. She was gonna have her minion kill you, she said her minion was closer to you than I thought, and I panicked; I agreed to let the marriage happen." Bianca sighed. "Zane, your father doesn't even like children; why would he purposely force you to have a child?"

I gasped, standing up.

"What? What's wrong with you?" Zane asked.

I looked at him and shook my head with disbelief. "Her minion...her minion that was close to Zane. It's fucking Genevieve."

Uhoh 😟

Genevieve?!

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